3/22/09

Baby Cakes

I can remember back when I was little and my Dad made picnic tables one summer to make extra cash, I'd sit and play with the sawdust. I was damn good at making sawdust cakes.

I looked over at Little G yesterday in the garage while I was working on a toy box to see her playing with some wood scraps and saw dust. I asked what she was making and she said, "cakes." It made me smile...and run to get my camera.

Dad, sawdust cakes live on...and are now all over my garage floor.

(Totally unrelated, but those bangs she's sporting were cut by noneother than Little G in the back seat of the car on the way to gymnastics. Apparently, when your hair gets in your face, just find random scissors on the floor of the car and start cutting. Thank God she didn't give herself a mullet like last time.)